Friday, May 25, 2018


She was an unhappy child,
left home at just thirteen
No more a child, not quite adult,
but somewhere in between
She'd had an older boyfriend,
whom it's said led her astray
If he had meant all that he'd said,
he'd be with her today.
Susie was now sad sixteen,
looked more like twenty nine
She now had expensive habits,
loved that thin white line
Was turning tricks when just eighteen,
a very sorry sight
Slept all day in zombie state,
so she could work at night.
At twenty one poor Susie,
had two young kids in tow
Rent overdue, what could she do?
She'd nowhere else to go
She felt that she was not worth much
as each guy came and went
But then came Bill who cured her ills,
'til he turned violent.
He drank and often threatened her,
it made the children scared
He kept her short of all he could,
although he said he cared
Then gradually she realised
the three of them must go
But what to say and when to leave?
So much she didn't know.
Eventually her mind made up,
she scribbled him a note
And 'tho her hands were trembling so,
this is what she wrote…
I'm sorry but were leaving,
I feel it's best all round
You've taken all I had to give
and left me on the ground
A neighbour stopped me in the street,
a week ago today
To warn me the authorities,
could take the kids away
And I just cannot risk that,
it's more than I can do
I'm sorry if this hurts you,
but we must go now…. Sue xx
The girl who came from broken home
Had now left hers, again to roam
And just to get out of the rain
She bought three tickets for the train….

And so she stands at Platform Two
Desperate to know what to do
Her facial bruising she can't hide
With the suitcases sat by her side
Her children cry because their sad
What pitiful young lives they've had
An old blood stain on each ones dress
Like emblems of their helplessness
She trembles as the clock strikes four
Says "Life's not worth it anymore"
She pulls them close and starts to cry
Although they're young, they both know why
And as the last few seconds near
She knows that death offers no fear
The train speeds in, eating up track
She jumps knowing she can't turn back
Bystanders faint and women scream
As fire engines rush to the scene
Newspapers said, "She didn't care"
"To take three lives was so unfair"
Their fate was sad but hurt no more
Than the pain that they had known before.
Marvo (Andy)
Topic(s) of this poem: suicide
A poignant write that tells the story of many.++10
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